Some years ago, I went to Toronto with possibly the sweetest of all the girls I’ve ever dated, Joan (pronouced “Jo-anne”) Lee While we were there, we made a point of calling our northern neighbour “Canadia” and Ontario’s fair capital “Tortonto” (by the way, I realize that Ottawa is the capital of Canadia, I said Ontario). That was awesome fun.
So while were were there, we stopped at a Toronto legend, Rodney’s Oyster House. It was way out of the way, it felt like it was almost in North York. Who knows. I just remembered the fried clams, delicious oysters, and the hot dog. Yes, I had a hot dog at an oyster house. Don’t ask. Since then, I’d been back to Tortonto many times — most spectaculary during the SARS quarantine, blaster virus, and northeast blackout, but I never made it back to Rodney’s.
Today, walking around the corner from our Yaletown hotel, I spotted the classic Rodney’s sign. Of course, that’s where we’re eating. Yum.
Photos below, but in short:
Oysters: Yes. Chowder: Yes. Bread Yes: Oysters Rockefeller: Maybe. Garlic Shrimp: No. Cougars: Yes. The place is a bonafide cougar den. Enjoy.
